#anna anecdotes

god i’ll never get over being 12 and watching merlin and feeling like i could relate to him about hiding his magic and feeling like a monster and being scared to be pointed out as different without knowing exactly why i related. the lgbt metaphor of the century

if i’ve said it once i’ve said it a thousand times: cishet people!!!! either walk faster or get outta my way!!!! i’ve gotta bisexual blast my way through life and your slow straight pace is ruining my mojo!!!!

not to be gay on main but pride month passed and i have no gf and now it’s wrath month so basically what i’m saying is homophobes should flee

dear tumblr user on my dash i’m sorry i want to read this lovely long paragraph you’ve written but my brain is a peanut and my attention span is a cartoon elephant

lmfao i’m reading about lincoln’s sexuality and these historians were like yeah he wrote a poem about two boys getting married but he clearly liked wOmEn GuYs

those horror movie scenes of a teenager going into their room and then finally looking up from their phone or something to see something awful would never work with me. like. [demon is waiting. waiting for the perfect moment to strike. waiting to see the fear in my eyes when i see them. when i realize they’ll be the last thing i ever see. it’s the best moment of their day. so they watch me fumble for the light switch, and smile at a meme, and text a friend back, and tug on a sweatshirt, and they’re losing patience. when will i look up? i have to look up in order for them to attack! don’t i know the rules??? ...i never look up.]

[likes a post] [goes to reblog it] [sees a spelling error] [experiences soulcrushing conflict]

sometimes a girl wants to wear lip gloss and yellow sweaters and plant a bunch of flowers and write poetry in the sunlight. sometimes a girl wants to wear scarlet lipstick bright as the blood of her enemies, real or imagined, and march around in combat boots and be loud and attend protests. sometimes a girl needs vanilla chapstick and a good book and a mug of hot tea with a friend by her side who’ll tell her it’s okay, and what i’m trying to say here is: it’s all fine. if you aren’t hurting anyone, you are totally fine to do whatever the heck you want. you go girl! slay!